Tom makes an annual pilgrimage to a well known local restaurant for ( what he chooses to tell himself is) greaseless fried chicken. Seems he was there once and sitting next to him four elderly ladies were chowing down on four huge baskets of Famous Fried Chicken. They thusly inspired him to indulge in his own huge basket of fried poultry parts and the rest is, as they say, history. The clientele is of a certain age, the bar crowded with The Grey Brigade, the decor is as you see it, comfortable.
This is the waitress hugging Tom. She is full of stories that she will tell you right up front that "never happened". This is coupled with one that she says did happen - a story of going up to Clint Eastwood who was playing the piano at one of his Carmel establishments, asking him to dance with her, his accepting, her dancing with him and her subsequently being overcome by his......garlic breath.
You might think the waitress pictured here is overcome as well by the presence of her old friend, Tom, but they just met minutes before this picture was taken. ( said the wife!)
The chicken was not greaseless but, in it's appropriate greasiness, really, really good.